Semua Bab Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy : Bab 61 - Bab 70

VivienneA powerful woman who raised her son alone shouldn’t cry like this.Like a teenager with a broken heart.Like someone who just got told she wasn’t enough—again.But here I am.Tears sliding down my cheeks, breath hitching in my chest like I’m sixteen and fragile.But I’m not fragile.I’m just… tired.Tired of pretending that I’m always okay.Tired of holding everyone else up while no one even notices that I’m the one bleeding.I didn’t get to live the life I was supposed to.Not the one without a child.Not the one where I was reckless, loud, allowed to be messy, allowed to fall in love and fall apart without the whole world depending on whether I got back up.And no—I don’t regret having a child.Not for a second.Ace is the one thing in my life that feels like a miracle I actually got to keep.He doesn’t care about my scars.He doesn’t ask about my past.He just looks at me with that big smile, eyes full of wonder, and says,“Mum, you’re the best.”And suddenly I can breathe

VivienneI still remember the exact moment I pushed him away.The way his brows creased, the way his lips parted like he wanted to say something—but didn’t. I didn’t give him the chance. I turned around and walked straight into Zach’s arms, letting him pick me up like he always did, like the best friend he’s always been.Zach, Zara, and Daisy.They’re my constants. My ride-or-die people who didn’t need explanations to offer their loyalty. They knew. Maybe not every detail, not every wound I kept hidden behind my eyes, but they understood. And that’s more than enough.Zach had found out a little later than the others—he was mad at first, not angry exactly, just... disappointed. Like I had trusted everyone but him. Like he wanted to carry my pain with me but never got the chance. But he never said those words. He just hugged me longer. He called me at 2 a.m. to check if I was eating. He made bad jokes until I smiled again. That’s his love language—presence.Zara? Fierce and overprotecti

VivienneMy hand was still throbbing.Not from regret—oh, I didn’t regret that slap at all—but from how hard I had to hold myself together.Because if I didn’t leave that room, I would've done so much worse than slap her.That bitch knew exactly what she was doing.“Miscarriage.”She dropped that word like it was some twisted trump card, right when the guards came in. Right when Darius walked through that door and saw the blood.The way he looked at me?Like I was the monster.No questions. No hesitation.Just… that sick silence that said he chose her.Again.I shoved the doors open, heels echoing in the corridor as I stormed through the council hall Daisy and Sebastian built to feel “royal.” Well, congrats—Celestria just turned it into a damn soap opera set.“Vivienne!” Daisy called out, running after me in those ridiculous heels she swore she could walk in. “Viv, wait up!”I didn’t.“I said wait!” she grabbed my arm.I spun around, eyes narrowed. “You invited her. You let her be in

Vivienne It’s quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your thoughts louder than they have any right to be. I’m lying here in this stupid white bed, with bruises blooming across my ribs and guilt blooming even worse inside my chest. I killed her baby. Even when I act like it’s her fault and everything, I still think about the stupidity of the things that happened. I don’t care what anyone says. I know what I did but I also know what she did. I don’t truly know what to believe at this moment. I should’ve never shown up. I shouldn’t have snapped at her. Shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have let my wolf push forward when I saw her smirking like that. I lost control. And now… she lost everything. And maybe she deserved the bruises I left on her pride. Maybe she deserved a slap to her ego. But not this. Not a baby. Even if that child was the symbol of everything I didn’t have… I would never— God. My head hurts.Maybe, it’s the best . . . Maybe it’s the way for Darius t

VivienneI’m processing everything, but every thought feels like it’s slicing me open from the inside.I want to scream, to throw something, to tell him that I hate him.But I just stand there—silent, still, pretending I’m stone.“You’re saying this right now because…?” My voice comes out flat, but my hand instinctively presses against my chest, like I’m trying to keep my ribs from breaking apart.His lips twitch. Not in sympathy. Not even in guilt.It’s almost—mocking.And it feels like a slap in the face. That he would think I could be the reason for the loss of his non-existent child.“I’m saying this because I don’t want you to think she actually had a miscarriage,” Darius says, his voice low but unyielding. “I don’t have another child with her. I never did. I’m just—”“Stop.”The word is sharp enough to cut through him, but my voice still shakes.“I don’t need to be informed about that, Alpha Darius,” I bite back, my tone laced with a formality I only use when I want to push him